This weekend was probably one of the worst in my recent memory/ever.
It all started out in promising fashion. On Friday night Fern was spending the night at the grandparent’s house and we headed to a Christmas party that some friends were hosting. Neither of us were feeling particularly great, but these are good friends and we wanted to make an appearance. All was OK for the first 45 minutes. We only knew like two people out of the group of 25-30′ish people which meant we had people to chat with for a bit, but after those first conversations died down, I started feeling pretty awkward and long story short had a bit of an anxiety attack.
Most people would assume that I’m an extrovert. Every personality test I’ve ever taken will tell you I am. But those personality tests aren’t totally true. The Meyers Briggs personality tests says that I am an ENFJ (E is for Extrovert), but I always land on the extroverted side by a narrow margin. I’m more of an introverted extrovert. I’m not “shy” and I don’t have a ton of trouble having conversations with people I don’t know, but only when it’s in small groups. The larger the group, the more anxious I get and the more exhausting it is. I definitely do not feel energized by being surrounded by others in social situations. After social situations I often need to be by myself to get “recharged”.
Friday night’s situation was a mixture of a bit of a rough day on Friday + pregnancy hormones + me just feeling social awkward in large groups. We ended up leaving with me in tears because I was feeling so incredibly anxious over the situation. It was pretty intense and as much as large groups aren’t my thing, I’ve never had an experience like that. Hopefully it was just a result of the the combination of factors.
The only plus of the night was the cute outfit I wore (part of my 12 Days of Target Style) and the fact that we got a pizza takeout and a Redbox afterward.
Then came Saturday, which was was probably the scariest day I’ve had as a parent so far.
Craig was doing loud construction projects at home, so we went over to my parent’s house for Fern’s nap. She was totally fine when she went down for her nap, but when she woke up around 5:00 she was coughing with a crazy bark and wheezing when she breathed. I was worried that maybe she had smuggled something small into her Pack ‘n Play at nap time and maybe it was lodged in her airway. It seemed way too sudden to be an illness, since like I said…she was totally fine when I put her down.
After this had gone on for about 15 minutes, my parents suggested that I take her to the urgent care nearby. While I was considering it, she had an intense coughing and wheezing spell where she couldn’t catch her breath. I learned later that the sharp wheezing sounds are called stridor breaths as she was trying to squeeze breaths in through her swollen airway. She was coughing so hard she vomited all over.
It was really scary and my dad called 9-1-1. By the time the EMTs arrived she had stabilized a bit. They said it sounded like croup and told us we should go to the urgent care where they could give her some things to help her breathing. Once we were there she was given a steroid treatment, but since it wouldn’t kick in for another few hours and she still sounded bad, they sent us to the ER to get an epinephrine breathing treatment that would help more immediately. I guess we get croup as adults all the time, but we don’t notice is as more than just a sore throat, but with little ones, their airway is so small that any swelling of their throat can impede their breathing really quickly.
Thankfully the breathing treatment helped a ton, but the whole experience was still really scary, especially since Fern had never been sick before. It was so hard to see her in pain and not be able to do anything about it. She just kept saying, “Hold you Mama! Hold you!” over and over. And when I asked her how she was feeling she said, “I feel canky (AKA cranky) Mama.” And after the really big coughing spells she would say, “I’m OK Mama.” through her tears. It broke my heart.
This is a photo of her on Sunday when she was being spoiled by both of us. Craig made her hot chocolate and we watched all of her favorite shows and went in the “hot swimmin’ pool” (AKA the hot tub). I’m pretty sure wants to be sick more often now.
As if there couldn’t be more craziness in one weekend, we ended up having an unexpected kitchen renovation come up.
Craig is in the process of replacing all the floors in our house with pretty new wood floors. So far our living and dining room are complete, but we’d been postponing the kitchen for obvious reasons. Finally he decided to take the plunge this weekend. He was hoping to have all the floor ripped out and the kitchen re-floored by the time Monday rolled around, but such was not the case.
He realized after ripping out all the floors that it would be hard to line up the wood floor boards properly with the old kitchen cabinets in place. We had planned to change them out down the road, but not right this moment. Well, turns out we are in fact re-doing the entire kitchen right this moment. It was easier (I use that term lightly, because it’s a ton more work for Craig) to just rip out the cabinets and the floor at the same time.
This meant a Sunday trip to IKEA to choose all our cabinets and countertops. IKEA on a Sunday after the crappy weekend we had in the midst of a kitchen filled with rubble and a house full of dust? Yeah…not exactly my idea of a good time.
But, we survived and made it through without any fights and stayed married, which I think is pretty impressive. I had a friend say that she thinks premarital counseling should take place in IKEA…maybe it could be a test of true devotion. Can you get out of IKEA without killing each other? Great! You’re totally ready for marriage! Sheesh! There’s just something about that place that’s like the Bermuda Triangle and you lose track of time and space and get sucked into awful fights.
I rewarded myself for surviving the trip (and the weekend) with an IKEA soft-serve.
When in Rome.
And there you have it. The worst weekend ever.
I sincerely hope yours was much (MUCH) better friends.
Love and better weekends ahead,